The Band Boy

The Bitch

After School

"Hey." Frank jumped out of nowhere, Gerard following behind him.

"Hey, guys. Have you seen Mikey?" I asked, looking around at the abandoned area. It would've been easy to pick him out.

As if on cue, Mikey appeared on the scene, cheeks red, and panting.

"What happened to you?" Frank raised an eyebrow at Mikey, who was heaving now.

"Amy......in the way......friends there......talking to me....help." He stuttered in between breaths.

"No offense Mikes, but what does she want from you?" I crossed my arms, scanning to see if she was coming over.

"She wants the dick." Frank whispered in my ear. I broke into uncontrollable chuckling and fell onto the floor, next to Mikey.

"So l guess you're going tonight?" Gerard smirked.

"No. l told her a hundred times, l don't want to go. Each time, she just brushes it off."

"So you're just going to stay home?"

"Yes."

"Loser." He mumbled.

"I HEARD THAT YOU FAT LARD!!!" Mikey yelled. Gerard stuck out his tongue.

Once Ray finally arrived, we walked home teasing Mikey about the dance, even though he said he wasn't going. 

Gerard and Mikey split with us once they passed the comic book store, and Ray had to work his shift there, so he went with them.

"Welcome to the Heather household. You've been here before, so you know where the living room is. I'm going to get poptarts." I dived into the kitchen, hunting for my precious poptarts. 

'Try not to eat them all this time.' A note attached to the box read. I ripped up the note and threw it in the trash.

"Are you sure your dad's gone? What if he's lying and he's just waiting for me so he can kill me." Frank whimpered,  sinking into the couch.

"He didn't tell me himself. His company called the house and l answered it. They left a message saying that he had a meeting in California today and he said he's coming back tomorrow. Stop being so paranoid." 

"Okay, sorry. So, what do you want to watch?"

"Eh." I shrugged, letting him pick out a movie from the rack. He picked Aladdin.

"What? This movie reminds me of when l was twelve, okay!" He laughed, shoving his face in a pillow.

"That's cute." I said flatly, munching on a poptart.

Frank stole the other poptart from my plate, and began chipping off the frosting.

"Excuse me, what are you doing to that precious poptart?" 

"Taking off the frosting. I like it better without it." He shrugged, continuing to deface the snack. I gasped at the horror of my favorite treat being ruined.

"How could you not like the frosting? That's the best part. I don't understand you." I shook my head at his tastebuds. 

We finished the movie, and sat awkwardly on the couch, unsure what to do next. I picked up the remote and flipped through T.V. channels to break the silence. When all the things on T.V. had some sort of kissing or fucking, l turned it off. For fuck's sake, it's seven o'clock.

Frank put his arm around me, bringing me closer. He pulled me onto his lap, giving me a hug as if to never let go. I leaned down and kissed him, tangling my fingers in his smoothed-down hair. He licked the bottom of my lip, cupping the sides of my face to bring me closer. l parted my lips when he gently pushed me off his lap and leaned onto me.